The Rose and the Lark
What can I tell thee that thou dost not already know
About the love within mine breast that beats anew
Each time I behold thy sweet face's ethereal glow?
For thou dost know that within me these feelings grew
When thou didst tread into my path, wandering there
In summer as the roses bloomed and while larks didst sing.
Thou reached deep within my being and laid my soul bare
As my heart thunderously beat with a force thou didst bring.
Tell me that 'tis true for thee, my fairest love, as well;
That the lark doth sing and the love doth fast grow
Within thy heart for me, who lies wrapped beneath thy spell,
A servant to thee in all ways as the summer winds doth blow.
My truest love, my life I give to thee for more than mere summer days.
Or if not, alas, pity me the fool who shall disappear without further delay.